- Ten years ago.
Your body bounces on dry soil with a dull sound.
The little thing rolled around, stopped without strength, and at the same time, the cough of choking and swallowing spilled.
Yarn that tightens the fingertips so that they are entangled.
The sun burns my eyelids even when my eyes are closed.
The smell of dirt and sweat mixed into your nose at the same time as you breathe is the worst.
I wondered why I was being made to do this, and my tears ran out and soiled the soil.
A fractured land of wilderness that dries up quickly.
I managed to stand up by supporting my hand, large and small, shallow and deep, full of cuts, and supporting my gentle center of gravity.
"The enemy won't wait."
"Gyah...!!
Approximately, the voices that a 10-year-old girl should not make are equivalent to the screams of her organs lifting up in pain that pierces her abdomen.
Mizocho with its toes is the starting point for bending your body into a crooked shape.
After the unpleasant feeling floating in the universe, the feeling of being recklessly attracted.
I hit my head when I was blurry here.
At the same time as I decided to fold my neck at the moment, the ground that was struck remained stiff without any change in phase.
I managed to take over and minimize the pain.
- That's all I can remember.
Regret and pain - I can't jump it. I can't stop swallowing.
Emotions overflowing without collapse, your sights are still chaotic.
Yet the "bullying" of the boy standing in front of him never stops.
"It hurts... it hurts..."
"Do you remember how painful your body is? Good, one arm, one foot - dignity, heart. While all of them are safe."
"Ugh... ahh...!!
"Oh, did you lose your family? But that's..."
--There is no excuse for living.
As if he were telling himself, the boy shook his arm.
Simultaneous soil and smoke, and a silver flash that reflects the sun slightly.
"I want to stay, stop it...!!
"So even if you say so, the enemy..."
The hand holding the thread is like a baby.
Protect your head by crossing your arms with no defenses or weaknesses. I don't think you're facing the enemy with your face down, little one.
"... hah. I wonder why she picked up this girl."
"Higu... gugu..."
"... well, you're just as whimsical as I was."
Scratch your head.
The gray-haired boy walked away from the black-haired girl.
Wait a minute.
Snap and stop your feet.
I felt so painful that I was beaten up without knowing why.
I stopped the opponent.
There was just a girl who was crying.
That was the surprise, and he turned around.
She said, forcing her arms to wipe tears as she turned her back and bled.
"Hey, don't go..."
"... that's strange. You want me to stay?
I was confident that I was hated in pieces.
That's why she shakes her head when she sifts.
"I don't want to... I don't want to... anybody anymore..."
……
"Don't leave me...!!
Even if the opponent is the one who severely hurts himself.
The boy did not think and said, "Ha ha".
It was a smile as if it were scattered.
"... I'm not interested in anything but revenge."
"Eh...?
"I'm going to kill as many fucking people as I can. Remember that too, you little shit."
Gu, grab the breast hold up.
Like banging a flame of hatred on her young eyes.
The boy speaks alongside the pneumonia.
"If you don't want to be left behind. If you don't want to lose it. - Kill anyone who gets in the way."
"Mi, everyone...."
I'll let her go.
I still don't have the hand to reach out to her.
But...
I was still young as a boy. I was full of myself.
The flame that burns an unforgivable opponent without forgiving it easily shreds the wax of reason.
That's why teaching is short-circuited.
But it was the truth because it was easy to understand.
"Before they take it, take it........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
I just shook my head when I was upset.
The same goes for the top of this regiment. Why would you take care of a girl like this who can't do anything by herself?
Oh, my God. That kindness.
"... what a resemblance. It's not a dialogue that's too vague to say."
The kindness of the girl who once saved her heart comes and goes.
But I also knew that it was a senseless sentiment in this world.
Kindness is weakness, sweetness, and is just an excuse for the weak.
That is why I am high.
Rise to heights, and dispel your resentment.
Yes, I flew my nose towards the sky.
The name of the girl, Mion.
The boy's name was Libra.
― ― Arena Spectacular.
Eilon B. Smiles
Lilac M. Fangini
Prim Lancaster
And mion.
Each moves with their own thoughts along with the start of the match.
Its speed or motion is instantaneous.
If that's the case, you should anticipate it first.
─ It's almost prime to start with. This is because the number of first shootings in Colosseum is dangtz, and the worst scenario is for Mion to take care of them both. "
Face to face, on the verge of starting.
This is what Futa predicted.
But while Huta said so, she turned her slightly suspicious eyes to the field.
But......
And that was when I talked about negative connections.
"I'm coming, Mr. Prim!
Yeah!
Opening (fanfare)
Hyun, with the sound of the wind cutting, unfolding is the magic yarn (Ariadne).
The dancing dagger, embedded in the tip, dances into the sky.
At the same time - Mion was targeting Iroon.
……
Speaking of being targeted, she gently grabbed her fist with her wavy golden hair. One or two daggers, but she's nothing.
She also understood the advantages of manipulating the object with magic yarns (Ariadne) rather than humans.
In other words, it means taking behaviors that the human body cannot do.
There are no joints, there is no need to change it, and you can reach freely.
The unreadable movement, the confusion over new tactics, left countless people dead.
Nevertheless, Eyron B. Smiles is in front of us now.
Calmly discerning the movement, and hoping to destroy the dagger and make it impossible to regenerate, the blade dances around her.
A dagger that can be stabbed from behind if you want to do it, boasts great power in the sense of speed.
It would be possible to stab him with a blade from the back before the eye runs into the mion from this distance and hits him.
Not to mention
What a hassle.
In front of the mion is another girl with the cross toe facing this way.
I've seen the Ayroon, the guide star.
If you attack badly, you will be stopped and finished with a dagger.
The fact that the painting came to mind prevents the eye rune from moving in a circular manner.
First, we make the composition of the mess. Mion's purpose was fulfilled.
The opponent's abilities are both superior to their own.
That's why we've tailored it so that we can't get rid of it by bringing it into this situation.
But there's one other thing that's natural.
"- I see. It's just a little uncomfortable."
Royal Swordsmanship: Rain Deschz
What was released was a series of prickly thrusts like rain.
Unpleasant. I don't know what that word came out of my mouth with. It's not an eye-run.
Her Royal Highness the Princess of this kingdom raised the kingdom's most powerful sign.
It was ignored shortly after the start of the match. "Unpleasant" for both opponents marking the eye rune.
I wondered what a low boiling point it was, and Ayroon thought it was like other HR.
It is Mion who opens his eyes.
Speaking of which, Lilac's is bad.
Gunfighting to move the situation is the biggest mystery that Lilac can take today. Because she thought she knew, Mion was stuck in this motion.
The goal of the rain is Prim Lancaster in the front. Its face distorts from a moment of surprise to joy.
"Ahahah, that's what I have to do! I wanted to compare it with that!
Changshan Cross: Full Sky
Face and face.
A prick rush where two people face each other and are good at each other.
Prim's Changshan Cross: Full of Heaven, which raises his army in terms of repressive power, sells the breadth of the angle he takes in a series of strikes.
The opposing Lilac prick is a high-speed prick made with Contesh. This is also an incredible move to beat that Prim Lancaster at speed.
Wow!! Ha ha ha ha ha!! It's like a spark wall between Prim and the princess!!
I wanted to see it once too, it was a collision between "Changshan Cross: Full Sky" and "Imperial Swordsmanship: Rain (Deschts)". Looks pretty good to me.
What happens! What's going on?
A full sky using a cross can contain a wider area than Lilac-sama's rain with a spike. On the other hand, Lilac-sama's rain is superior to the speed of the puncture. In other words, from Lilac, there is a tight range that cannot be reached by Konzesh, and from Prim, it is pushed by Konzesh. "
Well, then, how about a fight?
No? Lilac-sama doesn't even think about leaving the garbage where it can't be handled. Because I'm the one who gets hurt. Conversely, the prime is pushed to the point of defeat. If I get hit, I'm not talking about heaven anymore. "
"... nnh?
I mean, it is.
A crucifix and a prickly sword thrown at an incredible speed.
A careful look at the cross that attacks the range and the reward of the prick sword that pierces it shows a change in the situation.
"The one who brought you into a situation where you had to prevent it first won."
A cross out of range hangs a checkmate on the princess.
Or does Konzesh slip through the spike of the cross?
The skill is the same, but this is the race to speed.
But...
Oh, I see.
"No, I didn't lie to anyone else.... it's just one-on-one."
Mion hesitated for a moment.
I hated the possibility of getting in the way of the Primes. I'm gonna cover for you, but last time the thread gets tangled up in a cross spear. It can even be defeated in an instant.
--And Lilac was expecting it.
I jumped into a meeting with Prim because I knew a girl named Mion and blank into battle.
No matter how "the kingdom is strongest," there is not a difference in skill enough to compete with Primes and Mions at the same time and still carry the game smoothly.
But if we make the perfect time between Prim and him, Mion won't be able to handle it.
That's what I thought.
And that was right.
As she thought, Mion hesitated.
But...
In this "fighting sword". There was only one miscalculation.
I knew why Mion jumped into this sword again. Lilac also had information that he had been defeated by Ayroon.
Even remorse for not being able to protect Sir Treasury with the revenge in mind.
But still.
She didn't know that Mion remembered his first thoughts in an "event" the other day.
― ― There is one shadow watching the game.
"... mion. Really, under Lord Treasurer."
Gently lower your eyes.
A young man looks down at the "fighting sword" at the top of a noisy arena where his siblings are seen.
Mion is just putting a man named Libra Robinson at risk. I think that's good for Libra herself.
Everyone in the Orchestra had a scratch on their shin.
I'm sure there won't be peace in my life. Then it will be necessary to become Shura in order to protect the place you have acquired. --Yes, I know from the bottom of my heart.
That's why I don't want to go into that circle. But...
"... well, if you owe me a favor with an eye rune..."
No matter how you look at it, you have to fight a superior warrior.
"Stupid little brat. You don't want anyone to leave you."
Yes, with a voice that no one can hear. Libra loosened the corners of her mouth slightly.
Whoa whoa whoa!! Oniichan was right!!
Well, it's just a fact. It's not one-on-one.
First strike.
The dagger tied to the magic yarn mixed in with the "full heaven" of Prim.
Drawing an irregular trajectory, he played Lilac Contesh.
Ugh!
"--I 'm sorry."
Gu, pull the white gloves to the limit to make sure your fingertips feel good.
Mion smiles vigorously, looking at the top three.
"I'm doing my best today."
The first game is not over.